As happened every morning, Prince Damian wandered through the forests of the kingdom of Gotham on his morning hunt, in search of some vigorous deer to provide for his table as a sign of his immaculate skill with the bow and sword. Except that that day, he wasn't accompanied by the royal advisor, his bodyguards or his annoying brothers, who insisted on watching and protecting him.

It was a furtive act, oblivious to his father's wishes to keep him safe within the thick walls of the castle.

The sun finally rises. He pondered, watching with well-deserved appreciation as the first rays of sun peeked through the leaves of the dense trees.

Damian advanced on his horse, slowly but firmly, entering what seemed to be an unknown stream to him; But what managed to capture his interest even more was the fragil yet beautiful image of a nymph on the shore, covering her naked and wet body from his view.

"I don't intend to hurt you." He clarified, getting off his horse. "You don't need to fear me."